Mám rozprávkový dom [English translation]

Somewhere under the heavens, I have a fairy-tale house

with a roof that reaches high,

and no one knows

how well it suits you, how well it suits you—

the sky of this climate,

so close to the stars and clouds.

I have a fairy-tale house

and all of it mirrors you,

and no one knows

how it’s like—the golden twilight raining down

upon your face in this climate;

I’m secretly enslaved to you.

I have a fairy-tale house,

it stands here, and it stands somewhere across the ocean,

and there’s heaven, earth and night

and day in it, only you would never know—

and yet you’re the only one to bear a resemblance to it all.

Somewhere under the heavens, I have a fairy-tale house

with a roof that reaches high,

and no one knows

how well it suits you, how well it suits you—

the glow of the day in your eyes,

waning right now, waning already.

The night has a temple of miracles,

I hope it will give us the key.

Somewhere under the heavens, I have a fairy-tale house

with a roof that reaches high,

and no one knows

how well it suits you, how well it suits you—

the glow of the day in your eyes,

waning right now, waning already.

The night has a temple of miracles,

I hope it will give us the key.

• Artist:Karel Gott
• Album:5. album Supraphonu (1966)